Amidst the thunder and lightning, Durin opened his eyes.
At this moment, an elderly woman, having transformed into a different appearance, was crossing the rain curtain with a Swift Sword in hand.
A raindrop happened to land on the sword tip, and Durin watched as it got split at a rate of about three frames per second.
Too slow, old lady.
Watching her decaying visage, her twisted ferocity, witnessing the fact that she was no longer herself, Durin raised his hand and pinched the tip of the Swift Sword with two fingers, giving it a gentle flick.
In an instant, the surrounding raindrops shattered directly, and the elderly woman was blown away by Durin's strength.
She landed in the distance, rolling twice before finally collapsing in the sea of flowers she had crushed.
At this moment, all the grass and flowers defied gravity, floating towards the sky.
